Saturday, May 30, 2009
One that brought a new, slightly scary diagnosis for one of my kids. It isn't necessarily life threatening, although uncontrolled could put her in danger, but it is something that will require constant monitoring and medication for the rest of her life. Mostly it is overwhelming.
This week also became the week my wedding dress was ruined. I couldn't quite place why I was no longer liking it at the fittings. Had I changed my mind? Did I want a different style because we had changed the wedding venue and size. Was it, as my mom suggested, something to do with the alterations? The answer would end up being, it was the alterations.
With the school year coming to a close, a multiple activities at the school, Jill's birthday party this weekend, two appointments next week, meeting with our officiant, dress shopping, and Emmi's dental surgery in two weeks I am slightly frantic.
Surprisingly, I have only cried once....this much in thanks to my friends Sheri (who has listened to me with every single discovery, questions, and oh my God moment I have had the past two weeks... OH HOW I LOVE YOU!) and Anita (who rushed over yesterday during the dress debacle with stories of noodles and dumping wedding dresses in the front yard to make me laugh instead of cry....THANK YOU MY LOVE!). You two are the best friends ever!
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Today, his dreams must have taken a turn for the worst. He jerked awake, ripping the earphone plug from his phone, releasing music into the air.
Music. Sweet, sweet music.
Show tunes to be exact.
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
After selecting the perfect pick axe, we stood in the line of a disgruntled looking employee. Kenny handed over his Lowe's business card, and she proceeded to read it studiously.
"ID," she says, holding out her hand.
I was not sure exactly what she was going to verify on his ID. The card clearly reads "Kenny'sRealEstateCompany" Obviously, it doesn't actually say exactly that. But the business is registered to him and our home address. I am not telling the internets were I live. His ID? Probably doesn't have that name on there anywhere. Last I checked, it didn't say "Kenny RealEstateCompany Height 6' 2" Eye Color Blue." His ID is probably not going to verify much of anything. But what do I know?
She looks over his ID. She looks back at the card. She looks up at Kenny, who is wearing a shirt with the Kenny'sLandscapingCompany logo on the front. She glares at the logo, and looks back down at the card.
Great. Now we are in trouble. His shirt does not match the card.
She waves the card at him, "Are you authorized to use this card, young man?"
Through gritted teeth Kenny explains, "It is my company, so yes I am authorized to use it."
And with that, she grins, swipes the card, and Kenny has purchased a pick axe. Quality. Quality verification practices.
Sunday, May 10, 2009
to wear to a wedding next weekend.
I justified this purchase by telling myself it was my Mother's Day present, even though Kenny (ahem, the girls) already got me exactly what I asked for.
It is outdoors. In May. A little linen halter dress should do just fine. I am thinking with a long strand of pearls (no, Mom, I swear I do not still have yours....yes, I do. I am lying.) and my black strappy heels.
I was going to wear a dress I had, but then I remembered that one of the girls attending the wedding has talked a lot of shit to me. I feel it best to combat things like this by showing up looking better than her..... and with more expensive shoes.
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Friday, May 1, 2009
Or maybe I am just being pissy, because my trip to Mexico is ruined.
PS The spell checker informs me that "pissy" is not spelled correctly, but I can replace it with "pussy."